"You got any more beer?" Hanako grinned at the question before pulling out two bottles of beer from.
"I can't wait to win." She took hold of his hand and dragged him into the alley causing his heart to beat into a frenzy, beating harshly against his ribcage. "You're playing a dangerous game, Miss Charmer." "And what if I am?" She turned her own head to him, leaning in closer. "What," He leant over to her ear, a smirk ran across his features. "The alley next to Rexford? The Watch don't go there so we should be fine." "Deacon, no pub crawl," She paused, stopping to think. "What fucking hair." The man burst out chuckling at this, swinging his arm around her shoulder as they drunkenly stumble out of the Third Rail. That same woman looked at the robot in drunken agitation. "Alright, Charlie, we're out of your hair." Deacon stood up, holding his hand out for his companion to take. "Oi, lovebirds," They both looked over to the bar, spotting Whitechapel Charlie using one of his appendages to point towards the door. "Damn right." Feeling Hanako's arm around his neck, followed by her breath, he blushed lightly as he heard her jolly whisper of agreement. "Can't get any better than me." They both chuckled. "God, you're a riot, Deacon." He hummed in agreement, picking up his own beer. "Nah, that's just fucking stupid, why'd I bet my life on a lie?" The woman let out a cackle, lifting a beer to her lips. And I swear on all my caps, my gun and my left leg." "Oh my fucking god, are you lying?" She covered her mouth in shock and almost in concern for Carrington's poor todger just in disgust from the image Deacon has now burned into her mind. "The next morning, we found him, balls deep in what he thought was good ol' Glory but turns out, he put his king Albert into one of PAM's circuitry outlets." And that ain't even the worst of it," Deacon gestured for her to come closer to which Hanako moved closer eagerly. "Carrington? Carrington did that?" The man leant back in his chair with a beer in his hand. "So where were you thinking?" Deacon slapped his hand on the woman's shoulder, a broad, cheesy grin on his face. "Yes!" He fist-pumped the air in triumph, earning a snarky, amused scoff from the woman. "You ain't got nothing to worry about when you're with me." "And I know you got trust issues cos' of what happened in the vault but Charm'," A smile broke onto his face. "Just want to lay off with good ol' Charmer." "Listen, I'm not going to do anything you don't want to do." He coasted his arm around her shoulder, drawing her closer but not in a creepy way a soothing, almost loving way.
Something I wouldn't want to do." Deacon's face softened at this he never thought that the infamous Charmer would feel like this. "I thought you, well, you either wanted your dick sucked or something else. "What?" The redhead looked down at the floor like a scolded puppy. "Deacon, no, I didn't mean that," She sighed before sauntering over to him and sitting next to him. "Is it really that bad I want to have a night with you? Is it so awful to spend a night with me?" The sadness in his eyes triggered something in the woman, causing her to reevaluate her answer. "Deacon, that's cute but we're not fifteen." "Jesus, all I asked was if you want to head on over to Diamond City and. I've dated enough assholes to be an expert on that type of thing." "What the fu- I wasn't implying that! Jesus," He swiped off his sunglasses and massaged the tension in the bridge of his nose, a short-tempered blush under his eyes. "I'm not sacrificing my oral hygiene just so you can get your dick wet." "Come on, please? I'm not asking for much." Mature Warning: Swearing, drinking, sexual references